“I don’t need a babysitter,” I snapped.
I’d never expected Sebastian to put work before me. Even a week or so ago, he would have dropped everything in a heartbeat to make sure I was ok. He’d insist, and normally I’d be the one telling him he didn’t have to. He always made me feel safe when I was with him, and that was what I needed right now.
“I’m not arguing about this.”
I rolled my eyes at him, and he grabbed his phone and called Logan, speaking for less than a minute.
“He’ll be here in ten.”
I nodded. “I need to get my bag.”
“I’ll get it. Let’s get you out of the cold. You can wait in reception.”
Sebastian placed his hand on the small of my back, and I felt his warmth. He guided me back inside, and I sat down on the sofas, whilst he disappeared into his lift.
“Aria?” Logan called after a short wait.
“Hey, Logan.” I stood, greeting him.
“Ready to go?”
“Erm.” I looked over in the direction of the lift. “Sebastian was meant to bring my bag down.”
He pulled his phone out, dialled a number, and put it to his ear.
“Sebastian, where’s Aria’s bag? Ok … all right.”
He put the phone back in his pocket. “He’s been caught up. Let me run up and get it.”
I shook my head, letting out a breath through my nose.
Of course.
Logan rushed off, and I stood there, just looking around. I met the receptionist’s eyes and gave her a tight smile.
Logan soon reappeared, holding up my bag.
“Thank you.” I took it from him.
“Shall we get going?”
I followed him out to the car, and he opened the door. I smiled at him, a silent thank you, and he got into the driver’s seat, starting the ignition.
“I’m sorry.”
He started to drive off but glanced over at me. “What for?”
“Having to pick me up and apparently babysit me. I’m sure you’ve got more interesting things to do with your time.”
“It’s not a problem at all. I’m normally around anyway.”
Silence fell between us. I’d met Logan a handful of times. I wasn’t even sure what he really did with Sebastian. I knew they’d previously worked together in the Organisation. Besides that, I didn’t have a clue.
“Do you mind if we stop to get a coffee on the way?”
“We can do anything you like.”
My lips parted for a second, wondering if I should strike up a conversation rather than a silent ride home. No sooner had we left than we’d already hit traffic at a standstill along East India Dock Road.
